Page 38 of Julian Shared
I’m manhandled again. Bent over the pool table. The green fuzz tickles my nipples as I’m pressed down flat, my cheek pushed down and head held in place while another man steps up behind me.
There’s no teasing. No foreplay. No more ceremony.
I’m being treated like a piece a meat.
This is exactly what I want…and now I’m going to get it.
Again and again and again.
“Ah!” I cry out as the next cock of the night pierces me. How many times has it been now? I’ve lost track. I can’t keep count. Not when they start going for a second round with my holes. He goes slow, but he has a thick cock. My rim flutters hopelessly around the intrusion, struggling to accept the sudden girth as it slips into me.
Inch by inch.
“Please, please!” I cry out, but I don’t know what I’m begging for anymore. I just want more. I need more. I need to be used and degraded, fucked and ruined, made useful and good. I’m being good for them. So good. And most importantly, I’m being good for Joel.
I’m more than his partner and his husband.
His perfect little male wife and house spouse.
I’m his hot twink. His bitch. His submissive slut.
I lose track of the men and my sense of time.
It passes in a blur as I’m passed from one man to the next, my ass and my mouth stuffed with cock and my skin painted with come. Nobody fucks me without a condom on, that rule is never broken, but that doesn’t stop them from making me feel the climax of their pleasure.
I’m bent and twisted into all sorts of positions. On my back. On my knees. Down on all fours.
I feel like I’m manhandled and posed in every way possible. Pulled and tugged. Even spanked a few times, until my cries of surprise turn into squeals of delight.
By the end, I’m dripping with it.
Across my thighs and running down my back. Smeared across my belly. Splattered up to my collarbones and even my neck.
I lose track of all the orgasms. Both the ones my holes serviced and the ones pulled out of me.
I’ve come so many times that I’ve been wrung dry. I don’t think there’s a single drop of seed left inside of me.
Debased and degraded. Wrecked and ruined.
And it was perfect.
I was finally perfect.
Chapter 13
Joel
Julian’s out of it for most of the ride home. He’s awake, but his awareness has floated far away. I keep glancing over at him as I drive, reaching out to squeeze his knee or rub his shoulder. To remind him I’m still here with him. To pull him back a little closer to earth.
“You all right?” I ask as we finally pull onto our street. Julian might look ready to slip off into sleep, but I’m wide awake and buzzing with energy.
And hard as hell.
Tonight was…fuck. Tonight was something special.
I’d put it right up there with the night we met and the day we got married.
“Yeah,” Julian answers, but his voice is weak and his gaze is unfocused as he stirs in his seat. He blinks slowly as he peers out the front windshield. “Oh, we’re home already?”
